Saturday, June 20, 2015

A Piece Of Paper

A piece of paper
In the street;
A piece of a person
Crushed under feet.
A piece of a memory;
A letter? A song?
A picture of someone
Who's gone... too gone.
Someone may miss it;
Or perhaps they don't care.
But it looks sort of sad,
Just lying there.
Does it make you feel lonely?
Does it make you feel cold?
Does it make you remember?
Does it make you feel old?
Just a small piece of paper;
Maybe folded, maybe torn.
There are so many like it;
They look so forlorn.
Do you pick it up?
Do you read it?
Do you throw it away?
Is it dead? Is it stolen?
What does it say?
A photo of lovers,
Or somebody's pet?
A grocery list,
A poem,
A story,
A sketch?
A living memory,
Of what they wish they had said?
How many times
Do you think it's been read?
If you looked it over,
Would it be wrong?
The wind's picking up,
And the paper is gone...

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